Sunday, March 15, 2009

Productive Sunday

Nevermind the fact that we parents slept in until 9:15 am (yes, that is correct - I know it is shocking to the other parents out there - I have NO IDEA how our daughter let us sleep in that long but she did not make a SINGLE peep and she was in the crib the whole time!!) so we got a late start to our day; we managed to make this a VERY productive day. By productive, I am specifically referring to crossing off one thing from our to-do list that has been on that list for months now.

Not only did I make pancakes, not only did my husband attend a shul board meeting, and not only did our daughter take a nap (during which we perused the newspaper, actually spent time talking to each other, and picked up pizza for lunch), but we also went to IKEA and bought a bookcase.

IKEA is just bad news for us. I know that there are many who love that store, and I can see why, but for us, visiting IKEA is like one of the levels of Dante's hell. It is overwhelming, it is always crowded, it is like a giant maze, and while it holds great promise, when you see the products up close, you realize that many times they are very flimsy and then you don't want to buy them and then you wasted all that time driving all the way there, finding a parking space, finding that item, etc etc.

I got inspired by an article in Parents magazine and made a decision: we are going to buy a bookcase for our living room from IKEA, we know the quality ahead of time so we WILL NOT be disappointed, and this will solve our problems. There, the decision has been made. We checked the stock level at the store ahead of time (yes in stock!) and made a plan: we go in, we get it, we check out. Before the evening is up we assemble it and we rock on.

And we accomplished each little task. We went there, found a parking spot, found the item, checked out, sent the daughter to play with the grandparents, and we assembled it. Voila!! Done. It is a gratifying feeling.

1 comment:

  1. I 100% agree about IKEA being a living hell. We made the mistake of going there only twice, and having escaped with our souls both times, have sworn never to be tempted to go back. We got extra encouragement to stick to that committment on the way home the last time when we hit a baseball on the freeway which smacked our windshield and left a giant round crack in it the size of a dinner plate. Very scary. We got home with a renewed appreciation for 2 things: (1) The amazing properties of safety glass and (2) Just how fast a 95 mph fastball really is. We hit that baseball at probably only (*only*) 70 mph and it scared the **** out of us!

    Well, that was a random anecdote, but I guess I just felt like sharing. Hi! by the way!

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